The Distant Crown

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The Distant Crown

The mud of the King’s Way had a peculiar quality in the grey dawn. It did not hold the shape of a foot. Elias Thorne walked, and the ground swallowed his prints instantly, smoothing itself as if he had never passed. He was forty-two years old, and he was going to die at noon. The town of Harrowgate lay ahead, a cluster of slate roofs and chimneys exhaling thin smoke into the still air. Elias...

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